Tom Riddle, or Voldemort's diary Horcrux, is just one of many Horcruxes.
Anton dare not say that he knows everything about Horcruxes, but he has studied them to a certain extent.
A Horcrux is a cloud backup of a living being.
The copied 'self and soul body' uses a certain item as a body to form a complete life.
This is a cloud backup, not a backup, and it does not have the ability to be revived.
It can only support the main body to keep the "self and soul body" intact. It is equivalent to a soul imprint that ignores spatial distance. It lets your main body know what you should look like anytime and anywhere, and the magic power will restore the main body to this appearance.
This is completely different from the so-called lich phylactery Anton had seen in his previous life.
In this regard, Anton is very sure.
So, what kind of ability does this cloud backup suddenly have the ability to resurrect? If it really had this ability, other Horcruxes would have already influenced the wizards or life forms approaching them to find the possibility of resurrection.
In horizontal comparison, there is only one answer - the basilisk.
Also something developed by the despicable Haierbo, the basilisk has a majestic vitality that is almost immortal. If this vitality is injected into a Horcrux, will it be able to resurrect people?
Anton doesn't know yet, this is just a guess.
But he only needs to do one thing - kill the basilisk.
In the Hogwarts library, there is an old book that clearly describes the basilisk, which was grown from rooster eggs hatched by toads. This was obviously some kind of ritual magic.
The basilisk is huge and can live for hundreds or even thousands of years. Its body has strong magic resistance, its fangs are highly venomous, and its gaze is deadly.
The shortcomings are also obvious, the crowing of the rooster is fatal to it.
"This is outrageous." Anton frowned, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what kind of restraint this was.
Rooster!
Ordinary domestic animals do not even have magical powers, and are not even considered magical animals.
This is no longer a problem of so-called magic attribute restraint!
"Clang."
Hagrid placed an iron cage on the table. Inside, a big rooster shook its comb proudly and tilted its head to look at Anton outside the cage.
"Sorry, Anton, I can only give you one."
"Dumbledore asked me to prepare one in every corner of the castle, and I don't have any left here."
Anton raised his head and looked at Hagrid, "It's okay, one is enough."
The pink and fluffy sub-dragon clumsily flapped its wings, kicked off the ground, flew a few steps, and plopped under the sofa.
It climbed out awkwardly and chirped at Anton.
This foodie was fostered by Anton at Hagrid's house. He was fatter than before and gained weight again.
But even so, it still doesn't grow taller.
Since the little fat ball left Snape, his life has not been very smooth. Anton feeds him with potions mixed with food from time to time, which contains extremely tempting magic. The food specially prepared by Hagrid is the most suitable for it.
This big guy always knows what magical animals like to eat.
And the girls at school who like it will come over to see it and always bring it various snacks.
until
The sub-dragon species opened his eyes hard, pouted his small pink mouth, and stared angrily at the big rooster.
Is the owner planning to change his pet?
So, love will disappear, right?
"Too bad!" Hagrid wiped his tears and nose with a dark cloth, "Tom was so bad when he was studying. How could he do something like that to Filch?"
"And Snape, and Harry, woo woo woo"
"Filch" Anton narrowed his eyes slightly, Filch was not in a good shape. In addition to being petrified, his soul was covered with countless dark green cracks.
Anton had seen that look on Professor Quirrell.
Riddle really has a unique talent in this area. He can always find people with soul defects and then lure them into corruption and loss.
"Yes!" Hagrid's face was full of sadness, "Dumbledore, tell me woo woo woo"
"He said that even if Filch is released from petrification, he won't live much longer."
Although Filch doesn't have a good reputation among the student community, this conscientious janitor actually has good relationships with many people.
Like Hagrid, like Snape
By the way, Snape is not as bad as he seems. If you think about it carefully, he has a good relationship with Quirrell and a good relationship with Filch.
"Tsk, tsk." This arrogant oily man with a cold face and a warm heart.
Anton sighed and patted Hagrid on the shoulder, "Look at it openly. Death is inevitable when dealing with Voldemort."
Hagrid cried even louder, "Anton, you don't know, over the years and decades, many people have died, all killed by him and his men."
die
What an unacceptable topic.
Anton can feel Hagrid's emotions. The wizard's magic power will always be guided by emotions and become ups and downs. I don't know why he has mastered too much eye magic, but Anton can now vaguely observe the wizard's emotions with his naked eyes.
.
At this moment, Hagrid's heart was like the low, dark clouds in the sky outside the window.
Uncomfortably depressing.
"Hagrid!" Anton gently pulled out his wand and pointed at the sky, "The dark clouds will eventually dissipate!"
Magic power surges and clouds roll.
This is the 'Atmospheric Air Current Spell', invented in 1962 by a witch who likes to ride hot air balloons. This spell can effectively promote the surge of air currents in the atmosphere. It is a variant of the 'Cleaning Up' spell.
Later, the Ministry of Magic classified this spell into a weather spell.
However, since this spell only interferes with the original airflow and does not generate thrust out of thin air, there is no way to apply it to a broomstick.
It's a useless spell.
I saw the clouds rolling and surging in all directions. Through a gap, the sun rushed to the ground like a ray of light cutting through the darkness.
It's golden and looks like a huge sword.
"Everything will pass, right?" Hagrid stared blankly at the ray of sunshine.
"Of course." Anton smiled slightly.
At this moment, the rooster in the iron cage on the table thought it was morning and raised his head proudly, "Oh oh oh"
The golden rooster croaks!
Dispel the gloom, the sun shines brightly, and the world becomes clear.
Anton looked back at the big rooster in surprise, as if he saw a scene full of vitality.
He had also experienced this kind of scene when he was observing the branches of the Eating Elephant Vine emerging from the ground.
But there is a slight difference. The emergence of plants from the ground is the surge of their own vitality.
The crowing of the big rooster is different. It is more like a 'report' and a 'announcement' - Hey, humans and all living things, a new day full of vitality has arrived.
"Wow." The corners of Anton's mouth curled up slightly.
Interesting, so interesting.
Why is the basilisk afraid of the crow of the big rooster? Not because the crow is restrained? But because the big rooster informs the basilisk that it's time for you to welcome a new day?
According to this line of thinking, could it be that the basilisk actually has no lifespan at all? It is a life that freezes time on a certain day, a creature that only lives for one day.
Filled with powerful vitality, his death has been delayed for hundreds of years.
Then the big rooster told it, hey, the day is over, can you take the dog?
"Maybe give it a try?"
Hagrid patted Anton's shoulder gently, "Thank you, Anton, I feel much better."
He pointed to the bamboo fence circle where the chickens were raised in the vegetable garden, "I have to go and see if those eggs have hatched. The castle is too big and I don't have enough roosters."
Anton nodded and stared down at the big cock with interest.